Harry sat at his desk writing the last sentence of his letter to Hermione explaining where and when to meet him before leaving for Godric's Hollow and the grave of his parents, Lily and James Potter. Pigwidgeon, Ron's excited little owl, had already left with two letters, one for Ron and one for Ginny. Ron's telling of the place at which they were to meet before heading to the Hollow, Ginny's another apology and an address to a safe house if Voldemort or his followers ever came looking for her.
He re-read Hermione's out loud
Dear Hermione, I am writing to you to thank you for the cake and the card. Much appreciated as you know how much the Dursleys spoil me on my birthday. I also want to tell as I have told Ron that I don's wish for you to get hurt so I am pleading for you to stay home and return to Hogwarts. You have probably received the letter explaining to you that Hogwwarts is remaining open as a majority vote by the board of governors on the order that the children and the teachers are put under the protection of twelve of the Ministry's best unoccupied Aurors. Please take my heed and return to Hogwarts, continue your studies, but I know you and Ron are determined to help me on my mission to destroy the final four horcruxes and then finally Voldemort, so enclosed is the address to our final meeting place before we make our way to Godric's Hollow.
Thank you, Harry
21 Lilystain Lane Hogsmeade
After finally finishing re-reading his letter he attached it to Hedwig's leg and opened the window to let her out into the warm night. Harry watched her until she disappeared behind a clad of ancient oak trees before beginning to pack his many things into his little school trunk and his bag. Newspaper clippings, the old photo album containing one of the few memories he has of his parents, his Invisibility Cloak, the remaining bits of cake and sweets from Ron, Hermione and Hagrid, his over sized second-hand clothes and his school robes, and the remaining lot of his school books that had served him so well over the years. The clock struck a quarter past eleven and knew that it was time he began cleaning up the small room that was his bedroom before he left.
At ten to twelve, Harry rushed down to the hall with his trunk, bag and Hedwig's empty cage. His wand safely tucked in his inner pocket he looked at the family that had treated him so badly over the past 17 years as though they had treated them with equality even though this wasnt the case. Harry bid them farewell before the hall clock began chiming twelve times at which Harry knew that it was time to leave. He left through front door with out a sound, pulled on his jacket and began walking to the end of the street. When he reached the sign post he knew with a nervous thought that is was time to Apparate to Hogsmeade. He did not have a licensce to apparate without a trained proffesor but that wasn't going to stop him from getting to Hogsmeade. His broom was locked in his trunk and it would take a matter of days before he would get there via that route, and he didn't have any Floo powder so that was also a problem. There was also another problem, Harry had only ever Apparated once and that was in a time of dire need, one of the last actions that he did trying to save Albus Dumbledore from the inevitable fate of death.
He needed to remember the three D's of Apparition, Destination, Determination, Devastation was it, or wait was it Dictation, Deliberation, Detention, Harry thought to himself. But he just imagined Hogsmeade and its cobbled street and imagined himself standing outside The Three Broomsticks, and spun on the spot with his trunk and essentials spinning with him.